meloostraightfromhertilt-a-world

      Poet's Home             All Poetry       Sign Up!  Login
© 2000-2018 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.   290010 Poems Read.

Search for Poetry

   


Read Poetry
The Hot Seasons

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

You Are (I'm Here With You)

Joyce Will Soon Be Seventy-Something

All Too Clearly Now



So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Like a Small Child Tucked Into

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down

in-EFFECTIVE (Fragile)

From The Point Of A Star

Someone Send Out A Search Party

If I Were Your Island....

Spokes Spoken

Plain Speakin' (Lyrical Poem)

Last In the Class

All Beings Considered

It Is The Rain

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

I Long For Stars

This Is It

Its Their Problem

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

the life and times of Medusa

Max on the max

Your Next New Dying Black Swan

For the Years of Dancing (Dance Hall Days Gone)

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Someone Burned The Trees

Crowded Out

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

I Feel Fine(r)

More Poetry >>

 
Features

  Sign Guestbook

Read Guestbook

 
   

Blur


doesn't it go by
I can barely remember
now
how it all passed
some days I wanted
to last
others
I prayed they didn't
when you're in it
you know
because you feel it
life
every pulse of it
in your bones
coursing through you
like you were home
at last
what do I crave mostly from my past
the adventure
not the censure
of pleasure
that is now
correctness
is not living
that is how
I feel about it
I think most know how to behave
and can intuit
what is right
treat others as you'd like
to be considered
how weird
only yesterday
it was all before me
the years
the doubt
the plotting and plodding
and now I'm in autumn
on the threshold of winter
I was told I was a winter's child
though I prefer Spring
and a bounce in my heart
and flowers in the ground
freshness in the air
surrounding everything
I will never be ready to go
even at its worst
I prefer life
I've got the deepest roots
in my soul




my thoughts / written directly to the page.
January 23, 2018 11:59am PST
legal copyright for this work/poem and also
for this author/writer Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted website name:
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World





Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem

Comments

 Email Address

 

Vote for this poem